LIFE
Long and long has the grass been growing,
Long and long has the rain been falling,
Long has the globe been rolling round.
Walt Whitman—Exposition. I.
I swear the earth shall surely be complete to
him or her who shall be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to
him or her who remains jagged and broken.
Walt Whitman—Song of the Rolling Earth. 3.
Our lives are albums written through
With good or ill, with false or true;
And as the blessed angels turn
The pages of our years,
God grant they read the good with smiles,
And blot the ill with tears!
Whittier—Written in a Lady's Album.
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger
For those who walk with us day by day.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox—Interlude.
Our lives are songs; God writes the words
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox—Our Lives. St. 102.
Claimed for Rev. Thomas Gibbons. Appears
in his 18th Century Book. See Notes and
Queries, April 1, 1905. P. 249.
Ah! somehow life is bigger after all
Than any painted angel could we see
The God that is within us!
| author = Oscar Wilde
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The Book of Life begins with a man and a
woman in a garden.
It ends with Revelations.
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| work = Woman of No Importance.
Act I.
We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love;
And, even as these are well and wisely fixed,
In dignity of being we ascend.
Wordsworth—Excursion. Bk. IV.
Plain living and high thinking are no more.
Wordsworth—Sonnet dedicated to National
Independence and Liberty. No. XIII.
Written in London, Sept. 1802.
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| text = <poem>For what are men who grasp at praise sublime,
But bubbles on the rapid stream of time,
That rise, and fall, that swell, and are no more,
Born, and forgot, ten thousand in an hour?
Young—Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 285.
While man is growing, life is in decrease.
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb:
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 718.
hat life is long, which answers life's great end.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 773.
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live
forever?
Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all?
This is a miracle; and that no more.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night VII. L.
,396.
A narrow isthmus betwixt time and eternity.
Young—On Pleasure. Letter. III.
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LIGHT
Now that the sun is gleaming bright,
Implore we, bending low,
That He, the Uncreated Light,
May guide us as wc go.
Attributed to Adam de Saint Victor. Old
Latin Hymn said to have been sung at the
death-bed of William the Conqueror.
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same
power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er self-transmutative form,
Common to now the living, now the dead.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Water and Wood.
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
Was light from Heaven.
Burns—The Vision.
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| text = <poem>For I light my candle from their torches.
| author = Burton
| work = Anatomy of Melancholy.
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Hinc lucem et pocula sacra.
Hence light and the sacred vessels.
Motto of Cambridge University.
Light is the first of painters. There is no
object so foul that intense light will not make it
beautiful.
Emerson—Nature. Ch. III.
I shall light a candle of understanding in thine
heart, which shall not be put out.
IlEsdras. XIV. 25.
Light (God's eldest daughter!).
Fuller—The Holy and Profane States. III. Bk.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
Genesis. I. 3.
Against the darkness outer
God's light his likeness takes,
And he from the mighty doubter
The great believer makes.
R. W. Gilder—The New Day. Pt. IV. Sana XV."
